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-= rocketman =- She packed my bags last night pre-flight Zero hour nine a.m. And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then I miss the earth so much I miss my wife It's lonely out in space On such a timeless flight And I think it's gonna be a long long time Till touch down brings me round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh no no no I'm a rocket man Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids In fact it's cold as hell And there's no one there to raise them if you did And all this science I don't understand It's just my job five days a week A rocket man, a rocket man And I think it's gonna be a long long time... This was written at 9:12 pm on Wednesday, August 30 -= where rain grows =- Yeo's canned rendang and curry is the best thing to happen to me in a long time. Saw the rabbit trying chew on the cage's bars. Too bad rabbit's teeth aren't solid titanium. I think it knows that there's a better life out there waiting to be explored. IMF week is yet to arrive. Looking forward to camping at Dhoby Ghaut for hours on standby. Hah. Goals for September: 1. Get a walkman. One with FM/AM radio and a mic preferrably. 2. Look for those round-sponged headphones. Those with yellow or red sponges prefferably. I guess that's about it. This was written at 6:53 pm on Monday, August 28 -= to speak is a sin =- Cold hard steel, Against cold skin, Slicing the flesh, Of the weak. Bleed. Bleed more. The body turns pale, The light nears, The air thins. Frozen. This was written at 3:33 pm on Thursday, August 24 -= pom chak pom pom =- Argh. Thank god I have a calender to keep me updated on what day it is. This was written at 11:34 pm on Saturday, August 5 -= and will you take thee =- I wonder. If the dream I had last night would come true. If it were to, it would be sad. This was written at 2:18 pm on Wednesday, August 2 |
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